Get the fuck out of there

You swim as fast as you can and emerge from the grotto into the blinding sun. You splash through the shallow pond and up onto dry land. Staggering away away from the water, you turn to see if Neraem is coming after you yet, but the pond, the grotto, everything is gone. Before you lies a field, cut through by a narrow stream, next to which stands a rustic cabin with a stone chimney, a thin curl of blue smoke rising up into the sky.

Curious, you approach the cabin and peer in through one of the small, glass windows. The cabin is neat and cozy, if a little cluttered by bundles of herbs hanging from the rafters and shelves of small bottles standing against the walls. You see a kitchen area, and a living space, with a big bed against the far wall. In the middle of the cabin, in front of the fireplace, stands a single, overstuffed chair, and you can see someone sitting in it, but can't make out who. Then you realize, you don't need to.

On the end of the bed lie the sorcerer's black robes, the embroidered stars shimmering, and within the fireplace hangs a thick cloud of green smoke, which flickers with an unnatural light. You can see movement in the smoke, images, and suddenly it becomes clear. You recognize the watery grotto, with Neraem still thrashing and throwing a fit. This is the sorcerer's cabin!

You ease the door open and step inside. Now you can hear the leviathan howling and raging from within the smoke, and as you step up behind the sorcerer's chair, you look down at him, surprised to find, not the wrinkled old man, but a young man, with sandy hair and a frail frame, his trousers undone and his cock in his hand, absently stroking himself as he watches the pictures in the smoke, waiting for the show to start.